Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 415

First, they poach the staff. Then, they steal the company’s resources. It was a classic strategy, and for a company already on shaky ground, it would have been devastating.

Unfortunately for them, this was her Starlight Media.

Lucius had made two critical miscalculations.

First, she had money—a lot of it—and a network of incredibly talented people.

Second, she was the author of “Heaven’s Will”. The rights were hers to sell.

Suddenly, Larissa thought of Honora. Lucius had taken her for a reason, likely to squeeze information about Larissa out of her—information like her identity as Field of Lari.

With that, she dialed Nightveil’s number.

“What’s the situation with Honora?”

“She was taken from the Caldwell estate to the Neverending Night, a club owned by the Lincoln family.”

“Has Lucius seen her?”

“Not yet. Our people are watching the club. Lucius hasn’t shown up. After meeting with a few smaller entertainment companies, he went straight to Gale Entertainment. I was thinking of trying to extract Honora, but I haven’t found an opportunity yet.”

“Get me the contact information for Livia, the Gale Entertainment chairman’s daughter. Tell her that Lucius has Honora stashed at the Neverending Night—a damsel in distress he’s planning to keep as his hidden mistress. If Livia actually goes to confront Honora, have our people grab Honora in the chaos.”

Seeing so many resignations, even Ursa, who had decided to bet on Larissa, felt a flicker of doubt. But she was also curious to see how the new CEO would handle this crisis.

“Perhaps, Ms. Judson,” she suggested, “you could talk to them individually, offer them a raise? Some of them might be willing to stay and fight for our company…”

Before she could finish, Larissa cut her off. “That won’t be necessary. They’re free to pursue better opportunities. It’s only natural to want a higher salary, and I can’t match what Gale Entertainment is offering them.”

She picked up a pen and began signing the twelve resignation letters one by one, stamping each with the company seal.

She had reviewed the company’s salary structure. Finley had actually been paying them slightly above market rate. It was clear he had been desperate to achieve results and prove himself to his grandfather.

After stamping the last letter, Larissa pushed the stack back toward Ursa. “As for whether they’ll actually get what they want after they leave, and what consequences they might face—well, that’s something they should have prepared for themselves.”